It wasn’t a question. She spoke with definiteness, so this was her conclusion, after she observed me.
I stabbed at the shrimp shells with my fork. The shells were hard, and the fork head was a little blunt, so I wasn’t able to stab through its shells. I threw my fork down onto my plate and looked at Mrs. Sang.
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